a tiny tear on his cheek because no matter how fast I hurry upstairs to get him, he usually has to cry to let me know he's awake
Wearing a size too large onesie that should have been retired after the big bros wore and stained it while examining this red toy, making sure it is his favorite little car to carry around.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhh."
The car passed it's inspection, as a matter of fact.
I used to call Brock "puppers" when he was in his crawling stage because he always used his mouth to carry things, since crawling requires hands. Cael is also my little "puppers" because he likes to smile with his tongue. It reminds me of a cute little puppy.
Realizing the boys are in the other room
"'scuze me Mom, I want to see my brothers"
This little metal car has hit me in the head more than once. I've learned that while he's holding it to stay off the ground near Cael.
Oh he's so cute. Saggy diaper bum and all.









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